Chapter 54
Jace hesitated.
It was true. Watching Elias fuck Lucas... watching the way Elias dominated him, made him moan,... had turned him on. His cock had ached in the steel cuffs, his trousers soaked with cum and shame. But how the hell could he admit that? His boyfriend was fucking another man right in front of him and Jace, was enjoying it. Was he okay?
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Elias rammed harder into Lucas. Sweat glistened across Elias’s back, his muscles taut, his grip bruising Lucas’s hips. Lucas cried out with every thrust, voice hoarse, his body shuddering under the force of it. Elias’s face was twisted in concentration, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and burning as if each thrust was meant to prove something— to Jace.
Then, with a ragged cry, Lucas’s body convulsed. His cock jerked violently as he spilled across the polished surface of the desk, cum streaking the dark wood beneath him. He collapsed forward, his chest pressing against the table, gasping for air.
Elias grunted, his cock still buried deep, but he did not finish. With a rough growl, he pulled out, his cock slick and heavy, the veins standing out in ridges. His breathing was uneven, his eyes dark.
Jace swallowed, unable to look away.
Elias turned without a word, crossing to the cabinet by the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small brown vial. Liquid sloshed inside. He uncorked it, the sharp chemical scent wafting faintly through the room. From another drawer, he retrieved a folded white handkerchief.
Jace’s stomach dropped. His pulse spiked
Elias poured the liquid onto the fabric, soaking it thoroughly. Behind him, Lucas was sprawled on the desk, his body limp and trembling from the force of his orgasm, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His face glistened with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. Elias did notspare him another glance.
Jace’s mind spun. What the hell was he doing?
His chest tightened, panic swirling hot and sharp in his veins. “Elias?” His voice cracked, rough with nerves. “What are you doing?”
But Elias did not answer.
Instead, he walked toward him Calmly.
Jace’s heart slammed against his ribs. He yanked at the cuffs instinctively, metal biting into raw skin. “Elias... don’t...”
Elias pressed the cloth hard over his nose and mouth. The chemical smell invaded his lungs before he could stop it. Jace jerked against the chair while Elias held him firmly, making jace unmovable before darkness swallowed him whole.
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When Jace’s eyes fluttered open, he felt… weightless and sort of disoriented. His body was heavy, his mind fogged. He blinked against the familiar surroundings of his own apartment.
His heart stuttered.
The sheets. The couch. The faint hum of cars across the street... He was home.
For a moment, he almost believed it had all been a nightmare... twisted and cruel, but just a dream.
But then his wrists burned.
He lifted them slowly, dread slamming into him when he saw the angry red marks circling his skin. The tight cuffs had made them. This only proved It had not been a dream.
He sucked in a sharp breath, dragging his hands down his face, trembling. Anger pulsed hot in his veins... Anger at Elias for basically drugging him, for chaining him, for having sex with another man and making him watch like it was some sick form of punishment.
But yet beneath the rage, something uglier coiled.
Lust.
Shameful... filthy... lust.
Watching Elias take Lucas apart had left him harder than he wanted to admit. The memory replayed against his will. He hated himself for the way his cock had throbbed, the way his chest had burned.
His head dropped back against the bed frame “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
The shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence, so loud it made him wince, his skull aching from the after effects of whatever Elias had drugged him with.
He reached for it with shaky hands, blinking at the screen.
Aiden.
His chest tightened.
He answered. “Hello?” His voice was hoarse, cracked.
“Oh my God, Jace... where the hell have you been?” Aiden’s voice exploded through the line, frantic and raw with panic. “I have been calling you all night. Do you even realize how worried I was?”
Jace frowned, pressing the phone tighter to his ear. “What? Why… why are you so worked up?”
“What do you mean why?” Aiden’s voice cracked, fury laced with fear. “it was like you vanished, Jace. I called and sent you texts, nothing... no single reply. I thought... God, I thought something might have happened to you.”
Jace’s stomach dropped. He pulled the phone away to check the screen, his eyes widening. Fifty-seven missed calls. Dozens of unread texts.
“I…” His throat went dry. “I wasn’t... ”
“You were not what?” Aiden snapped, voice trembling. “Answer me. Do you even know what it felt like, not knowing if you were dead in a ditch somewhere? I was going out of my mind jace.”
Jace’s mouth opened, but the words would not form. How could he explain? How could he tell Aiden the truth... that Elias had drugged him, tied him up, humiliated him by fucking another man right in front of him? How could he... admit that part of him had wanted it... to be him? That... the sight had turned him on?
He said nothing.
Aiden exhaled sharply, ragged. “I’m coming over.”
The line went dead.
Jace dropped the phone to his lap, running a hand down his face. His chest felt like it was caving in, a storm of guilt, fear, and desire tearing through him.
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Ten minutes later, there was a pounding at the door.
Jace dragged himself to his feet, his body heavy, his mind still spinning. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, and before words could escape Jace’s lips, Aiden yanked him closer by the collar, crashing their mouths together into a desperate kiss.